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Posts by Hindy Bertram


Come, sisters. Come, hearts weighed down And spirits lifted, Holding treasures in your arms. Come with your broken pieces And your shards made whole again. Weave ribbons of bright color through the air, Let the scars on your arms be seen A testament to triumph. Lift your voices high In song In wailing. Demand attention…

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The Thing I Carry

Depression is a thing of isolation. Of self-doubt and self-recrimination. Of worthlessness and disconnect. The voice of the yetzer harah is a tiny whisper compared to the voice of depression and its good friend anxiety. You may tell yourself, “I am stronger than this,” or, “I won’t give in to this,” but depression is a…

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